Boisterous

Endsor Academy

John West assumed a Language Arts/Social Studies position at Endsor Boy's Academy mid-term, and found himself in a world quite unlike any he'd previously known. At 38, single and with no remaining family, he felt the freedom to take a job which would virtually cut him off from the outside world for nine months a year.

Endsor was located just outside of New Orleans in a boggy, rural setting. The Academy, unique among residential schools because of the age students it accepted, hosted boys from 4th through 8th grade, ages ranging from 9-14 years. The military school was private and expensive, originally designed to relieve wealthy parents of having to deal with their kids. Graduates usually ended up attending the sister academy for grades 9-12 that was located only a few miles distant. Often delinquent or defiant behavior precipitated enrollment. The academy was famous for straightening out the kids. Parents just needed to adopt a no questions asked policy. Students were allowed to go home on weekends if their parents chose to take them. Over three-quarters of the students were from out of state, and on a given weekend, no more than 10 percent of the students were likely to be off campus. The campus consisted of about 130 students, housed in a dorm for grades 4-5 and a dorm for grades 6-8. Each grade assumed a floor of their respective buildings. Faculty, all single men, many of whom had served with distinction in the military, lived in wings on each dorm floor and served as supervisors.

Alex Smith, the chairman of the Language Arts team was responsible for orienting John, getting him settled into his one-room apartment located just off the 5th grade boy's floor, helping him get in touch with curriculum guidelines, teaching him school procedures, etc.

Alex was mid 50s, a Marine commander in Viet Nam. He had two Purple Hearts and a Medal of honor. And a slight limp from shrapnel.

"Have you started your third novel yet?"

"Well, in a manner of speaking, I guess I have. My working title is Misters Without Mistresses. I doubt it will be a bestseller."

"One would hope that isn't a goal," Alex said with a chuckle. "I am truly impressed by your technique in A Slovenly Wish. I was stunned into a funk for an hour after I finished it."

"Thanks, I think."

Both men smiled. They walked across the courtyard. John marveled at the greenery, unexpected in December for a man who spent his life in the Midwest.

It's quite an honor to have you on the staff. I hope you find things here to your satisfaction. John wondered at the man's words because he certainly was not cut from military cloth. They entered the recreation area large gymnasium, a weight training room, racquetball and squash courts, and an Olympic sized swimming pool.

"You may find our treatment of the boys too harsh for your liking. We are of a military persuasion."

"I did serve in the Navy for four years, he gently reminded him."

"Not the same attitudes as a career man. Besides, you write with such sensitivity to a person's emotional needs. We don't coddle up to these kids. Well, except for a few special cases."

"I won't make any waves, I assure you."

As they entered the pool deck, John's eyes widened. The students were swimming timed laps, six at a time. The other students were lined up in rows awaiting their turns. They were all wearing skimpy Speedos.

Alex stood and talked to John while they watched the boys. Their shyness at the stranger's presence quickly passed. There was no horseplay, and this seemed natural since the academy was particularly demanding and strict with its students.

Unaccustomed to the sight of 10 and 13 year olds nearly naked bodies, John couldn't help but stare. They were smooth and just beginning to show some adolescent awkwardness. At least a fifteen of the 20 kids were pre-pubescent or very early in the process. None was overweight, but several seemed very underweight. He knew the diet and physical regimen at Endsor wouldn't allow for obesity.

"You will have the opportunity to select a housekeeper. It can be any student who volunteers or it can be required of any scholarship recipient. We offer a few scholarships each year to carefully screened low-income students, usually those with fathers who served their country proudly. We also screen for compliance and a sense of gratitude for the opportunity. Scholarship students often help pay for tuition by becoming housekeepers. Boys don't usually clean very well. but we are, I'm afraid, a rather isolated male-only community."

"You don't have any women on staff? Not even janitors or cooks?"

"Women create special problems in a military atmosphere." Alex lowered his voice. "Women are an unnecessary distraction and offer little one cannot obtain from a boy's companionship."

"Well, I won't argue that point.'

It was no accident Alex had taken him to the pool. All boys wore Speedo-type swimsuits that were white, making the boys at first appear nude. In the line waiting to swim, John noted two boys with an S written on a tag worn on a chain around their necks. Both were angelic. "Why are they marked?"

"They are scholarship students. They must do any menial work and run any errand their instructor requires."

"Basically, they are second class citizens," he said wryly.

Alex regarded him keenly. "You might say that. But you will find they are most grateful and obedient. Think you may like either of them as your housekeeper? Neither is currently being put to that task."

"What is the blond boy's name?"

Alex's voice boomed out, "Cory White, come here."

The boy scampered over, a look of concern on his face.

"Yes, sir."

"This is Mr. West, the new 6th grade teacher."

"Hello, Mr. West, sir."

"Tell Mr. West about yourself."

"Yes, sir. I am grateful to be here, sir. My mother is a heroin addict and my father is in a mental hospital with Post Traumatic Stress syndrome. He was in Viet Nam. My older brother was shot to death six months ago by a gang member. It is dangerous in the neighborhood where my mother lives. My IQ is 145 and I hope to become a lawyer someday."

It was obviously a speech he'd memorized and delivered previously, delivered without affect and without taking a breath.

"What is your age and grade?" Alex asked in military terseness. He knew the answer.

"I am 9 years, 3 months old, sir. I am in 5th grade."

John was impressed. The kid had been accelerated two grade levels. He must be smart and motivated.

Cory's skin was very pale. He was less than shoulder high to John (and thus about 4' 5" tall [1.35 m]) and weighed no more than 80 pounds [35 kg]. His straight blond hair was cut close on the sides, but longer on top so that a shock of hair dangled over one eyebrow. His eyes were oversized and sparkling green. He had delicate features and thin hands with long, graceful fingers. His right ribs were visibly rough, the result of several broken ribs that received no medical attention. He had several dozen pin sized birthmarks on his body and face. Also, there were some larger, drop sized birthmarks on his torso and neck. Two more were on his cheek, one near the ear, one near his cheekbone. His nipples were pink and small, rising to tiny points from being wet and cold. His belly button was round and puffed slightly outward. His arms and legs, skinny, showed little musculature. The wet slack fabric of his oversized swim suit showed a small bump where his penis was.

"Give us ten jumping jacks."

He executed perfect jumping jacks without looking at either of the men. John watched with a heating of his blood and a quickening of his pulse.

"Do you think you are athletic?" Alex Smith asked.

The boy looked down. "I know I am too skinny. But I promise to work hard and do what I am told, sir."

Then the boy was allowed to return to his mates and they left the pool area.

"I can tell you like him."

"He seems like a nice kid."

When they were alone, Alex said, "Before we hired you, we did a little background checking we discovered you used to be a member of NAMBLA. I'm curious as to why you quit."

John was taken by surprise. It took him a moment to regain his composure. It import of this question was not lost upon him – they had hired him after they knew he was an advocate of man-boy love! "When I decided to go into teaching, I thought it was too risky to be a member of such an active and controversial organization."

"We value discretion at Endsor. Want to stop by my apartment for a drink later on? Say, 9:00?"

At the appointed time John knocked on Alex's door. The door was answered by a ten year old boy wearing only his Hanes underpants. He let John inside, then scampered back onto Alex's lap. Alex sat before a cheery fire. "Come on in, old man," he said warmly. John shuffled into the room. "This lad is named Philip."

The boy looked up at John with wide feminine eyes and smiled. He was very beautiful. He seemed totally unashamed of the circumstance. Alex absently stroked across the boy's chest and said, Philip, do go get a glass of brandy for Mr. West."

"Yes, Mr. Smith, sir," he chirped. He went to an antique table where a crystal decanter and brandy snifter waited. He gracefully handed the glass to John, then again resumed his seat on Alex's lap. John looked about for a chair, spotted a padded Victorian one off to the side of the hearth and sat.

"Philip, I think our guest is impressed with your appearance. Would you remove your skivvies so he may see the rest of you?"

The boy leaped back to his feet and unashamedly stripped off his underwear. John looked appreciatively at the naked boy. Though not fat, he was more plump than John preferred. His buttocks were like cantaloupes and his stomach was rounded with a touch of baby fat. John had seen naked children in the showers at public swimming pools, so he was not surprised by the small, cute cock and balls before him. They were devoid of any hair, and his balls, about the size of garden peas, hung loose in his scrotum due to the heat of the fire. He was cut and the glans on his flaccid penis was so adorable that John had to restrain himself from reaching out to touch it.

"I enjoy sharing my boys, and watching them perform for another man. I've waited to fuck him tonight so you may have a clean passageway. If you are interested, that is."

"He is beautiful," John murmured.

The boy smiled beguilingly and put a hand one hip.

"I must warn you, he wasn't a virgin when I met him. Seems his two older brothers used to fuck him a lot. Philip, how old were you the first time you got your ass fucked?"

"I was 7, sir. My oldest brother and two of his friends took me camping and they had me visit each of them in their sleeping bag. After that my brothers hardly ever left me alone."

"I know most of the teachers here prefer inexperienced boys, but I'm not too patient about breaking them in. And I have a thick, 8 inch [20 cm] cock."

John couldn't think of anything to say. His 6 inch [15 cm] erection was painfully confined in his trousers. Alex continued, "Why don't you get undressed and lie on my bed. Philip will take care of everything from there."

John felt a little self-conscious about undressing in front of Alex – the boy was already naked so that didn't bother him. He was also nervous about performing in front of the experienced teacher. Of course, with a beauty like Philip touching him, there was no fear of not having an erection.

John lay back on the bed and put his hands at his sides. He watched as Philip climbed onto the bed on his knees. First the boy put his palm on John's furry stomach. Then the other hand went to his hairy thigh. The pressure on each palm increased as the boy leaned to lick at his balls. The sight of the beautiful child with his face hovering over John's cock aroused him to even greater levels of lust.

He made brief eye contact with the leering teacher, then closed his eyes as the boy's soft lips began compressing the spongy glans. The lad's tongue was one minute coarse and firm and the next soft and slick. Clearly the kid had practiced sucking cock numerous times.

John felt his juices starting to rise as his hips rose to meet the oral embrace of the ten year old. Suddenly, the boy raised his head. "Is that wet enough Mr. Smith?" the boy asked Alex Smith. John looked at Alex in time to see him nod. The man had dropped his trousers and was fingering his erection through his boxer shorts.

John had just enough time to think, wet enough for what? before the boy straddled him and lowered his buttocks toward the slickened shaft. With admirable agility, the boy picked up the cock with one hand and guided it to the target. John felt the contact as a shiver starting at his glans and extending electrically to his toes and fingertips. The boy grunted as he impaled himself. John looked at the boy's face. His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed and his mouth open as he gasped raggedly for breath.

Philip began a long sliding motion as he rode astride John. His limp little penis flopped from side to side. John grabbed the boy's nipples in his fingertips and held on. When his orgasm could no longer be denied, he began thrusting upward from the mattress, driving into the boy so fiercely that he almost unseated him. Philip had both hands on John's chest as he flexed and unflexed his legs.

His vision exploded into white fireworks as he pumped his seed into the ten year old's rectum. Philip sat in stasis as John thrust out the remaining spasms of his orgasm. When both had calmed a little, the boy collapsed upon his chest and murmured his approval. Within a minute Alex had the boy bent over the edge of the bed and was driving his huge cock into the boy's slick opening.

The next day, John taught his first classes. There were 15 pupils per class and they were all dressed in blue uniforms with double rows of buttons on their jackets. It was muggy and there was no air circulating, so some of the boys smelled a little. John taught 6th graders. The ones who had achieved puberty sweated profusely. It wasn't until later, as the teachers ate dinner together that he found out that the teachers usually gave the boys permission to remove their jackets in the classroom. None of the students had been bold enough to ask permission.

Two days later, after the evening meal and John had finished with his obligations for the day, he sat at his desk correcting compositions. It was about 7:00. There was a tap on his door. "Come in," he called. He expected to see Alex.

Cory tentatively opened the door and poked his head inside. "May I come in, sir?"

"Sure," John's pulse quickened. He stood, wondering why the boy would come knocking.

Cory opened the door and stood in the doorway. "My name is Cory White, sir. Mr. Smith told me you wanted to interview me for a housekeeping assignment."

"He did?" John stood, feeling a little uncertain. Could this really happen? He didn't dare dream it.

"Uh. May I come in?"

"Yes, of course," he said, smiling nervously. "Have a seat on the couch."

The boy sat on the couch his knees together, leaning forward with his hands folded. He looked very insecure. John sat on the wing backed chair across from him. They looked at each other nervously. They boy wore a fresh white shirt with a tie and the dark blue pants of his uniform.

John was unprepared for an interview, especially since he already knew he wanted the kid around even if he couldn't seduce him. Cory was too beautiful to reject.

"First of all, do you want the job?"

The boy blushed. "Of, yes, sir. Very much, sir."

The boy sensed there was going to be another long pause from Mr. West, so he added. "I'll work very hard to do a good job and I'll do anything you want me to."

"Anything? Well, what kind of things would you do?"

"Well… cleaning up things – like vacuuming, dishes, ironing, making the bed, drawing your bath, polishing your shoes… and anything else you want me to do, Mr. West."

"Even if the requests are… unusual?"

"Anything at all, sir."

"Well, what hours would you work?"

"I don't have hours on the weekend… Mr. Smith told me I would be living-in all weekend long. During the week, I come at 5:00, right after dinner. I have to return before lights out at 8:00."

"So you have about an hour tonight."

The boy smiled, feeling a glimmer of hope that the job was his. "Yes, sir. I could scrub the kitchen… or the bathroom."

"No. Do you play chess?"

Cory looked surprised. "I'm not very good…"

"Fine. Neither am I. Shall we play?"

"If you want to." He was picking at an often-bitten fingernail.

They played three games in the 50 minutes they had left. John didn't play aggressively; however, he didn't throw any of the games. In the second and third games, he did make comments about the boy's moves, about the shortcomings of them, of other possibilities he might consider. "Pay attention and learn. I want you to become a formidable opponent to me."

"I'll do my best." He worked up the courage to say, "I think I have to go back now, sir."

"Oh, I guess it is late. Too bad you have to go."

At the door the boy turned and looked up with large, liquid eyes. He appeared as though he were ready to flinch from a blow. "May I come back tomorrow?"

"Say 5:00?"

"Thank you, sir." He stepped down the hall as if he were able to float on air.

John snuck out of class the next day to get a glimpse of Cory in gym class. They were playing floor hockey. The kid ran well, but he was smaller than his peers and not so aggressive. He got knocked down twice in the five minutes that John watched. The boy saw John standing there, and from then on he was completely distracted. He ended up getting the wind knocked out of him. As the boy was pulled to the side of the floor so play could resume, John left.

The boy knocked promptly at 5:00. John was prepared. The chess board was set up with a handicap. John would play him without his queen or his rooks. He beat Cory handily. The boy was very nervous. They played again, with more tutoring provided. The kid was clearly cowed and intimidated by his chess tutor.

"How old are you Cory?"

"I'm 9, sir."

"Well, maybe you're not old enough to understand this, but it's difficult for a man to teach here. Sometimes I just wish I could have a big hug."

"Me too, Mr. West."

The boy looked too adorable with emerald cow-sized eyes and a shock of corn-silk hair partially hiding them. John turned on his chair and opened his arms. He didn't need to speak. Cory rose rather stiff and formally and exercised parade-ground control as he came into the man's arms. The boy was between his legs. John pulled him in, drawing them chest to chest. The boy's hair and soft ear touched his cheek as he squeezed.

Cory tried to return the hug, but he couldn't remember ever being hugged by a man, so he wasn't sure what to do. He did put his arms around Mr. West and relax his head against the man's cheeks and shoulder. Then he waited. The hug went on for a very long time and as time passed Cory became less rather than more comfortable. He was thinking about what Philip had told him and wondered if this was part of the sex thing he would be expected to do.

John sensed the Cory's growing restlessness and released his boy angel. "It's beastly hot in here. Would you please put the fan in the window?"

"Yes, sir," he chirped and went away, happy to be of some use. He shut the fan off and moved it from the floor to the screened window. He turned it back on and stood for a moment with his face to its wind.

The next day John went looking for Cory after school. The boy was too young for organized sports – wrestling and basketball were currently in season – so the options for the boy were limited. He was not in his class's large dorm room. He was not at the infirmary. Or the cafeteria. Or the library. He met Alex in the hallway. "Oh, there you are, John. I've been searching for you."

"I've been doing some searching, too. I can't find Cory White, the boy who is my housekeeper."

"He's in my quarters."

"Oh." John fell in step with the older teacher. "Why?" he asked without attempting to be tactful.

"Philip told me you haven't been taking full advantage of Cory's services."

John stopped walking. Alex did not. "How does he know?"

Alex stopped and looked back at John. He spoke as if to a moron. "He asked Cory."

John walked fast to catch up. "I still don't know why he is in your apartment."

"You two are to be my guests for dinner this evening."

Philip and Cory served them dinner, making several trips from the kitchen in the next building to Alex's apartment. Alex and John ate without much merriment. John was a little put out at not having any voice in the scheduling of the dinner. He hated being controlled.

Still, he warmed up a little when the boy's staged a post-meal wrestling match to determine who would have to carry the dishes back. Cory, who was smaller and thinner, got pinned fairly quickly and as he made the five trips to the kitchen that were required, Philip entertained the men by doing a strip tease.

Cory returned from his last trip to the kitchen to find the two teachers sitting next to each other on the couch. His young classmate, Philip, was completely naked and laying on his back across the knees of the men. Mr. West had the boy's head cradled between his knees, and he held the boy's legs to his chest with one hand. The other hand was rubbing Philip's stiff little prick. Mr. Smith was rubbing the boy's bottom.

Cory felt strange to be standing and watching, as though he was not included in the activities because of his inadequacy or his ugliness. He stepped a little closer and noticed that Mr. Smith had his index finger deep inside Philip's bum. That made him feel even worse. It was clearly a naughty thing to do, but Philip had told him about the kinds of things housekeepers did, so that wasn't too shocking. What Cory felt, in a most overpowering way, was pure jealousy. He didn't know how to react, but he hated that Mr. West was touching Philip.

Cory was on the verge of fleeing from the room in tears when the adults – apparently at the same time – noticed him. In mock surprise Mr. Smith observed, "You are still dressed."

Cory quickly pulled off his tee shirt. Both men were staring at him, so he felt he had to answer the direct question. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know I was supposed to get undressed." His pants fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them. They continued to stare and it never occurred to him they stared because they found him comely. When he stripped off his shorts, he stood before them, much aware of what a skinny little boy he was. Philip, less than a year older, was taller, stronger, more handsome, and had a slightly larger penis. (Cory was comparing Philip's erection to his own, though he currently did not sport one.) Cory's balls were pulled tight in a little bump of flesh. His penis was small thin and stuck straight out from above his tight scrotum.

Once he was naked, he felt even worse. The men were staring at him as he stood awkwardly before them. They were still pawing and probing Philip, who was making little contented noises, so Cory was still left out.

Finally he worked up the courage to say, "Um… what shall I do now? Sir, I mean." He knew he could get in big trouble for not showing proper respect for a teacher and he was surprised that he had almost slipped up. He was, after all, terribly intimidated by both of the men.

Before John could answer, Alex Smith said, "That depends on whether you want to join us or if you'd rather just return to the dorm."

He quickly cast a glance at Mr. West, then answered Mr. Smith. "I'd like to join in, sir. If I may."

"Philip, why don't you use your mouth to try to get our little friend's birdie to flutter."

"Oh, yes, sir," Philip said with enthusiasm. John removed his finger from the boy's often-used anus and the lad sprang to his feet. His rigid cock bounced as he got to his feet. A moment later he dropped to his knees and began licking at Cory's genitals. Cory held his hands suspended in the air as he felt the warm, wet mouth softly caress his most private parts. Cory had been told he would use his mouth on Mr. West's dick, but he never thought anyone would ever put their mouth on his. His young penis quickly sprang to full attention at slightly longer than two inches [5 cm]. Philip, who had a much thicker and slightly longer 2¾ inch [7 cm] cock, quickly sucked the boy's uncircumcised member into his mouth.

Cory's hands quickly settled on the boy's shoulders – it was out of necessity for otherwise he might have fallen down. The sensation was a delight beyond his previous imaginings. It was like having his tummy and thighs touched with the beating wings of a magic bird. He peeked at the adults. They were looking lustfully at the their boys. Cory felt Philip's tongue worming its way under his foreskin, tickling across the hole he peed from. A moment of terror struck him – it was too much, too intense!

Then his nervous system exploded into his first orgasm. Though dry, the spasms were staccato and intense like a flag whipping in a fierce wind. He held on to Philip's shoulders as his open eyes lost their vision. His body was explosively tense, every muscle flexed throughout the orgasm; however, at each of the 8 spasms that shocked him, his sensory system went into overload. For a moment, his conscousness vanished as though in a hurricane.

When he regained his senses, it was with the knowledge that the continuing stimulation from Philip's hot mouth was causing great discomfort. The need to get free was too urgent to allow for the leisure of talking or even moving his hands from the boy's shoulders – he stepped back and turned his hips, giving himself another intense burst of pleasure-pain as his member dragged across the boy's teeth.

Mr. West spoke kindly, "Are you okay, Cory?"

"I think so, sir." He was panting and had brought both hands to cradle his genitals.

"That was an orgasm," Alex Smith said in an instructional tone. "You are still too young to make seed, so they are dry. When you are older, orgasms will become the greatest pleasure in your life." At this, the teacher stood and began disrobing. "Join me in sodomizing young Philip," he said to John West.

John stood and also began to undress. He was so horny that he didn't need a second invitation. He hardly gave a thought to the fact that Cory was going to be watching and learning for the first time the most glorious and degrading way a boy can provide pleasure to a man.

Alex Smith fed his massive cock into Philip's willing mouth. The boy allowed the member to invade deeply. He gagged a little, but didn't ease on his efforts to accommodate the man's larger-than-average cock. Both of his hands kneaded the man's hairy balls. Cory looked on in wonder at the size of the man's appendage, which was nearly four times the length of his boy-cock. Philip's lips were stretched obscenely. Mr. West had plunged his finger into the boy's rectum.

"You go first to loosen him up for me," Alex Smith proposed in a throaty voice. He was impressed with the unusual vigor young Philip was displaying in his ministrations. Cory looked at his idol, Mr. West, as the man smeared oil on his erect prick. It was shorter and thinner than Mr. Smith's monstrous cock. Cory found it to be just as powerful looking a club as Mr. Smith's – and a far more beautiful one. Mr. Smith's cock was pure animal. Mr. West's cock was beautiful and proud, with a fat glans atop a gradually narrowing shaft. It looked kind of like a baseball bat except for the fat wet-looking purple cap on the end of it.

Philip groaned as Mr. West's cock came into contact with his puckered opening. Cory saw what was about to happen – that Mr. West was going to put his cock inside Philip's bum – and he gasped. Was it possible? Cory didn't have long to wait to get an answer to his question, for it slid easily to the hilt. Soon the kneeling ten year old was buffeted by the adult cocks jabbing into him at each end. Cory could see the circle of flesh that clung to Mr. West's cock each time he pulled back. The boy's cock, now limp, wagged back and forth with each thrust. Slurping and smacking and, occasionally, gagging noises came from the boy's face. A different sound, like a sneaker squishing in the mud, came from the boy's butt. Cory sat and watched it all, his hands at his side, his erection hugging his slightly rounded tummy

New sounds were added as the men began breathing in great ragged gasps. The slap of flesh on flesh became louder as Mr. West picked up his pace. It was John's second excursion into this boy's fundament. He found the passage more accommodating and slicker. It was hot and moist and alive as the flesh gripped his cock. He stayed in place for a long time after spending his seed in the boy's rectum.

When he withdrew himself, Alex wasted no time in pressing the boy flat on the carpet. Pinning him with a powerful hand at the center of the boy's shoulder blades, he made contact. With unyielding power, he pressed himself inside. He liked the fact that the boy yielded to him. Even more he liked the fact that another man's semen was already inside the boy. It was hard for Alex to set up multiple partners for his boy here at the academy. Most of the teachers had a regular boy plus frequent excursions into the crevasses of other students. No one else was interested in group scenes.

He felt satisfaction at the boy's slight discomfort – mostly because the discomfort was borne willingly. He knew the kid was not erect. The flesh past the tight sphincter was a maw of slickness. He felt the difference between that gentle caress upon his glans and the tight squeeze of the sphincter on his shaft. Despite his arousal and the presence of two onlookers, he fucked the boy's ass for a long time.

Then he plunged off the precipice and lost himself in the dark musky flesh that swallowed his seed. His thrashing lasted only for a minute, but in that minute, all else that he knew was without meaning. The only meaning was to be found in thoroughly possessing the boy.

Mr. West sat on the couch and pulled Cory onto his lap. Mr. Smith sat on the couch and had Philip stand before him. All the cocks were now flaccid. The cocks of the men reposed in dark slickness between their hairy thighs. Alex Smith told Philip to turn and bend over, and the man eased three fingers past the puffy flesh at the boy's opening. Then he pulled the boy onto his lap without removing the fingers.

"Sir, I think I must use the bathroom," the boy said at last.

"Wait a little longer. I like the thought that you have the spunk of two men inside you." The child grimaced but didn't complain.

Shortly after that, John West and his housekeeper, Cory, got dressed and left. John felt a little disgusted that Alex was so dispassionate to his boy. There was no tenderness in his manner. Philip didn't seem to mind, but at the same time, he had been the only one of the four of them who had not experienced an orgasm.

Because of their early start in Alex Smith's room, it was not yet 6:30. That meant he had Cory for another hour and a half. He led him to the small apartment. They sat across from one another at the chess board. "What did you think about our visit to Mr. Smith?"

Cory fumbled idly with a pawn. "I don't know."

"Did you enjoy yourself?" John's cock was erect again, and pinched within the confines of his briefs.

Cory looked at the man's eager face, trying to discern the response that would please the man. "Yes, sir."

"Tell me what you liked."

Cory carefully placed the pawn back on the chess board and picked up the queen. "I liked what Philip did to me."

"When he sucked your cock, you mean."

"Yes, sir."

"Anything else?"

"Well… I liked it when I got to see you naked."

"Really? Thanks. Anything else?"

The boy struggled to come up with anything to say, finally he added, "I'm glad I learned the kinds of things teachers and housekeepers do together." He looked up to see how Mr. West was responding, then looked away quickly, the queen smothered in his small grasp.

John felt like he could burst. "And do you still want to be my housekeeper?"

Cory flashed him a timid smile. "Oh, yes, sir. Of course."

"You said you liked seeing me naked. Well, I really liked seeing you naked. I'd like that right now."

"Yes, sir," the lad said. He quickly rose and began to shed his clothes. First his shirt, then his shoes, then his pants. He stood in his underwear, his hands nervously fluttering near the waistband. His eyes were large and frightened when he looked at Mr. West. The man smiled his encouragement. Cory stripped them off and stood on display. He wished he had some muscle, or that at least his penis was a big as Philip's. Even half-hard like it was now, it was less than two inches and thinner than his little pinkie.

"You are beautiful, Cory."

"Thank you, sir," the boy said. He smiled, but averted his glance.

"Cory, I have a favor to ask. When we are alone together, please call me John."

"Yes, sir."

He pulled the boy onto his lap and began running his hands everywhere. The boy's penis became fully erect and John was amazed at how rigid it was. The boy's balls were pulled tight and were so small he massaged them as a single unit. He kissed the boy's neck and ear. Within a couple of minutes, the nervous tension faded from the 80 pound [35 kg] frame. Silken hair rested against John' shoulder. The boy's hands were on his own thighs as he passively allowed himself to be caressed. It never occurred to him to take any initiative just as it never occurred to him to offer any resistance.

He was surprised at how nice the man's tickling finger felt against his butthole. Philip had told him that getting fucked wasn't all that bad, but Cory hadn't expected there would be any pleasure associated with it. He shifted his weight to one of the man's thighs to enable that persistently probing finger to get deeper into his crack. He felt a fullness and a pressure. Then he felt Mr. West's knuckles pressing against his balls. The finger was all the way inside him.

The penetrating finger stayed in place as Mr. West carried him to the bed. He deposited the thin boy face down. Cory remembered that Philip had been on his knees, so he rose to his knees, too. Mr. West gently pushed him flat on the bedspread. The finger continued to wiggle and prod into his bowels as Mr. West leaned forward and started licking the boy's ear. Cory turned his head to allow the man easier access to his ear, and their faces were close. The man's breath was different than that of boys, but Cory couldn't find a word to describe it. It was in no way unpleasant.

John started an in and out motion with the finger, driving it to the hilt, then slowly withdrawing it. The boy's hips were pressed into the bedspread. The kid had a heated, kind of drunken look about him. He turned his head to keep an eye on the man hovering over him.

John told the boy to wait, then he went to the bathroom and returned with Vaseline. He set it on the bedstand, then undressed. His fat cock seeped copious amounts of pre-come. It was very hard and was an angry purple color.

John rolled Cory onto his back and showed the kid to hold his knees to his chest. He knelt over the kid and brought his face close as he slid a greased finger into the virginal orifice. "Look at me," John said, and they gazed into one another's eyes as John inserted two fingers in the boy's anus. The tissue was bright pink and the muscle was tight but elastic. John knew the kid wouldn't fight this. In fact, he saw an eager look, a look of child-like trust.

Without speaking, he removed his fingers, turned the kid back onto his stomach, and used hand on each ankle to spread the boy's legs wide. The boy's butt was slightly raised as if in invitation. John greased his pole and lowered himself across the boy's bony back. The contact of glans on anus was exquisite, and he hovered for a moment to cherish it, rubbing the glans back and forth across it.

Cory's head was again turned to the side and his eyes were wide open. Then John's focus didn't extend beyond the end of his penis. He pressed without relenting until he forced his way inside the forbidden passage. Once he was caught within the vise grip of the nine year old's sphincter, he paused and looked at the kid. Cory's fists were grasping the sheets and his eyes were squeezed tight. He could see the flash of white from the boy's gritted teeth. But the kid didn't make a sound.

John pressed onward, driving the pink circle of the boy's anus deep inside his rectum. When he released the pressure but didn't withdraw, the boy gasped. With a hip thrust, John pressed his pubic bone into the boy's cleft. Cory could feel the wiry pubic hairs pressing against the top of his butthole and the fat hairy balls pressing against the bottom. A sense of accomplishment, almost elation, overwhelmed him, and he started to cry.

John saw the tears. "Oh, Cory, honey. The worst is over."

"It's okay," the boy answered. "Go ahead."

John started slowly, savoring the slick tightness of the boy's sphincter. Within a few minutes; however, the bed springs were creaking out the rhythm of a passionate dance. John lowered his face and again started licking at the boy's ear. He whispered, "Oh, baby. You feel so good." His sweat dripped onto the boy's back, tickling him as it coursed its way to the bedspread. Suddenly the boy tensed up for no apparent reason. He thrashed his arms and legs a bit. Then he relaxed and John continued his fucking.

Then John restrained himself as his orgasm rose. He wanted to pound brutally into the innocent flesh, but he couldn't bring himself to cause unnecessary pain to the beautiful child. When he did orgasm, he threw his head back and released a muffled cry of ecstacy. He rutted his full weight on the boy's hips as he discharged his seed. Then, he felt the asshole pulsing and the boy was again thrashing a little. He lifted his weight and snaked a hand under them to find the boy's pert 2½ inch [6½ cm] erection.

Cory grabbed his wrist gently and John withdrew the hand.

They lay in silence, the damp flesh pressed together, hairy chest to bare back. Their breath mingled in the afterglow. Still the man's cock remained rooted to the most tender of spots, reluctant to relinquish the new treasure it had claimed.

When John finally pulled his limp cock free, he said, "Are you okay?"

Cory opened his eyes and beamed at the man. "Wow."

"Did you have an orgasm, Cory? Is that why you grabbed my hand?"

"Yeah. It was my second one. That was really wild, John."

They snuggled into each other's arms and stayed that way until 8:00 when the boy had to return to his dorm. "I love you." He kissed the boy on the lips and was kissed back. Cory's eyes were wet and he smiled uncontrollably as he turned and padded briskly down the dark hallway.

The End